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Underneath the covers
entering darkness
we become lovers

In our hearts
we soon discover
there is more to life
than facts and numbers

Bodies embraced
skin touching skin
deal the cards
for it is time to sin

Moonlight reveals
curves and shapes
lips touching lips
and fingers across napes

Passion opens our minds
and our hearts
but all we imagine
and all we feel
is each other
together
Have pity on the poor old human
tired and warn and broken.
I do not envy such a man
to whom not a word is spoken.
Fallen from the mount
fanned by palms nevermore
his back is bent
his back is sore.
He will not rise to heaven;
it is not there,
so do not pity the false prophet
whose lies were made aware,
and though we let him walk the earth
we **** him with despair.
Peering through foliage
I beheld an awesome beast.
It stood there on a rock
in all its glory and might
gazing over the cliff
master of the wild, no, the world,
and to my delight I was not sensed.
I pulled my trigger.
On my way to see my lady
I stopped to pick a flower.
It was a lovely daffodil
who's beauty made one cower.
She greeted me at the door,
I handed her the gift,
and out of it crawled a spider
moving rather swift.
It bit her on the hand.
What is that?
That feeling...
sadness and loneliness and pain,
they've all met up,
and now they are curled
rocking back and forth in the pit of my stomach.
Depression is punching my heart in frustration,
but frustration
he is ambling through my mind
causing confusion and indifference
while they are meticulously
somewhat unwillingly gnawing at my muscles.
What is that?
The amalgamation of unpleasantness;
something of vast immeasurable and uncertain importance is missing.
Missing.
What could it be?
Women, not unlike insects, I could do without.
Women, unlike insects, are spiders,
yet insects, they bite; they poison,
but does not the other?
Do they not puncture flesh?
Is a heart not that?
Yes, yes they poison also
they corrupt they feed and they **** and they dismember,
so devise your webs of entrapment elsewhere,
but the bugs, they can stay.

— The End —